Heritage

For as long as he remembered, Teddy Lupin and Victoire Weasley had always played a little game of cat and mouse.

Their on-and-off-again relationship last beyond their Hogwarts' schooling.

Even now that they were happily married, they had so many fight they stopped counting. It was all about their temperament. They loved each other, but she was part veela and he was part werewolf.

It was their heritage. A dangerous heritage that is, since they almost end up burning their house down when full moon coincided with Vickie's monthlies.

Their kids were going to be an hard bunch to raise.

The Scarf

A/N: A little moment between brothers. Albus is 15 and James is 18, and I like to think that the "S" stands for Scorpius, but it could be anyone.


His room, usually so immaculate, is a mess. The problem is; James can't find his favourite scarf, the Gryffindor-red one in cashmere with the silver "S" and the golden "J" interlaced. It's really the one he wanted to wear tonight.

He throws his clothes over his shoulder. He feels his brother behind him, but he doesn't turn.

"Is that what's you looking for?"

"Yes! Where…?"

"Downstairs with your coat, like usual."

James takes the scarf from Albus' fist, "Thanks bro. Love ya."

Then he ruffles his hair and kisses him on the cheek.

Albus pushes him away, "Shut it arsehole."

Wishful thinking

A/N: I wanted to go with some characters I didn't explore yet. This one is kinda sad-ish though.

From his corner of the Great Hall, Lorcan Scamander can't believe how beautiful Louis Weasley is. He dances and laughs and swirls around the crowd like he own it. When he smiles, Lorcan feels his knee weakening. He wants Louis to be his. But he knows it's impossible.

Louis is to everyone and no one all at once. He is a free spirit. Louis wouldn't be Louis if he wasn't. He can't be locked in the cage of his possession.

Lorcan knows, so he keeps his distance.

Doesn't mean he cannot imagine that each smiled from Louis is for him.